Cover Girl Page #2

Is this one worth going to Brooklyn

to see?

Where on earth is that?

I think you take a bridge to get there.

- Evening, Pop.

- Oh, hello, girls.

Hello, Danny.

If you'd had a horse under you in North

Africa instead of one of them tanks...

...you wouldn't have got shot up

the way you was and sent home.

Where'd it get you, Danny?

In Libya.

Well, it don't show a bit.

- Evening, Pop.

- Cold out, ain't it, Rusty?

Sure is.

Hi, chicken.

Hello, Danny.

Missed you for breakfast, lunch

and dinner. Don't you eat anymore?

- I wasn't hungry tonight.

- Weren't you hungry this morning?

Who stole my nylons? Egads, a very...

- Not very.

- Too much rehearsal last night, huh?

- It was kind of a workout.

- That why you slept late?

Oh, I didn't sleep late. I went uptown.

Shopping?

No, I went to see a man...

...about a face.

I thought you went to buy me

a wedding present.

Why? You getting married?

Didn't you hear?

Why, no, Mr. McGuire.

And who is the lucky girl?

She's kind of a funny kid. She's sore

because she's got diamonds in her feet.

Can you imagine that?

Rusty, not many people have

diamonds in their feet.

They threw me out, Danny.

They didn't want me up there.

They didn't like my face.

You've got a beautiful face. Is it your

worry they don't know their business?

Well, I get so tired, Danny.

This way, it takes so long

before you get anywhere.

If you can get there quicker,

why shouldn't you?

When you get there quick,

you're out quick.

Easy get, easy lose.

I've never seen it fail.

You gotta work for what you get.

You're gonna be a star, but you gotta

get there on your feet, not your face.

Old shortcut Susie.

Old hard way McGuire.

We're a fine pair.

We're a wonderful pair.

Aren't we though?

Dally, dally, dally. Nothing around here

all day but dilly-dally.

I better get dressed.

I said it 100 times.

You don't get there on the steps.

You get there on your...

But it depends on what you're after.

Day and night, night and day,

all I do is work and slave...

...to keep this place

with its head underwater.

My number comes up,

it goes to pieces.

People sitting on the steps, chef quitting,

noisy kitchen, girls always gabbing.

- I'm not complaining.

- You're on.

Coming!

My butcher shop

My grocery

Can k eep on saying no, sirree

But lack of this

Or that

Doesn't knock me flat

Foreign times lik e these

Life's no life of these

Although I'm no saint

I have no complaint

We must do that task

And it's little enough

They ask:

"Who's Complaining?"

I'm not complaining

You'll see

We'll see this thing through

Because of Axis' trick ery

My coffee now is chicory

And I can rarely purloin

A sirloin

No complaining

Through the campaigning

Who cares if carrots are few

I'll feed myself on artichok es

Until that Nazi Party chok es

So long as they don't ration

My passion

For you

You know if things go on

At the rate they're going

And goods flow out

At the rate they're flowing

The time isn't very far away

When this will be my typical day

At breakfast time just after I get up

If there's little on the breakfast setup

For the little I'm served

I'm well repaid

By the little that's on the serving maid

The trip downtown

Which once was boring

Now's a journey I k eep adoring

A man is a dope who yells and storms

At the lack of the drivers' uniforms

And at the office during the duration

What a pleasure giving dictation

It ain't so bad in the land of the free

Being a dictator lik e me

And when my lady and I go dining

Though the menu's cloudy

There's a silver lining

That's the one.

A fellow just looks around the floor

Who could ask for anything more?

Who could ask for anything more?

Who's complaining?

I'm not complaining

The sacrifices are few

- My shoes may not be leathery

- My pillow not so feathery

My legs may be forgotten

In cotton

No complaining

Through the campaigning

I'll raise no hullabaloo

My nails may lose their brilliancy

But who cares what civilians see

So long as they don't ration

My passion

For you

Good night. Happy kitchen.

Good night. Happy office.

Good ni...

Good night. Happy taxi.

Good night. Happy smoking.

Have that girl come

and see me tomorrow.

I'm glad you liked her. I thought she

was quite unusual-looking for a blond.

No, the one with the red hair.

Oh, the red hair. Oh, the red hair!

I'll be in the study for calls.

I don't know why you pay me if you

ignore my judgment. Stop whistling!

I wear myself out, wading through

10,000 girls, and out of the 10,000...

...you choose a redheaded nervous

breakdown who specializes in sneezes.

She told me so.

That one isn't a girl, John.

She's a leaping thyroid.

I don't believe I've been in a honky-tonk

place like McGuire's for 40 years.

I don't know why I've saved this. Take a

look at it. You're interested in antiques.

If we got her for our cover...

- But, John, this is her.

- Who?

The... The girl, the gland case.

This program is dated 40 years ago.

How could it be?

Well, it couldn't be, but it is.

Forty years ago.

The night I got this, I was sitting

in a box with Tony Pastor.

She was the most beautiful thing

I'd ever seen.

I fell in love with her

the minute I saw her.

The fav ourite doesn't always win

No matter what the odds

Since nobody knows

How they'll come in

I leave it to the gods

So wish me luck

Because I'm going to bet on

A sentimental hunch

My heart is suddenly set on

Somehow, I'm sure I've found

The sure thing in you

Something within

Tells me we'll win

Somewhere, my heart

Has pick ed you out of the blue

And since I'm only a beginner

A winner I'll be

But win or lose

Whatever comes up

You're thumbs up

With me

One thing I'm sure I'm sure of

All my life through

If love can figure out a sure thing

That sure thing is you

After the races are over

After the races are run

Loser or winner

Let's go out to dinner

And let's have a little

Let's have a little fun

Let's go to Rector's or Shanley's

Champagne and duck are divine

Let's lose our troubles

Imbibing some bubbles

Oh, let's have a little

Let's have a little wine

Then when we're mellow

And feeling alive

Let's tak e a drive along Riverside Drive

No drive in the country for me after dark

My limit is just once around

Central Park

After the races are over

Being with you will be bliss

Perhaps you'll surrender

When gentlemen tender

Say, "Let's have a little

Let's have a little kiss!"

Though you are tender

I cannot surrender

To "Let's have a little

Let's have a little kiss!"

Somehow I'm sure I've found

The sure thing in you

Taking romance

I tak e no chance

Somewhere my heart has pick ed you

Out of the blue

But if it turns out that my long shot's

A wrong shot

Should be

And all my castles come a' tumbling

No grumbling from me

Long shot

One thing I'm sure of

All my life through

If love can figure out a sure thing

That sure thing

Is you

- I've got to meet her, Mr. Pastor.

- Now, John...

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